Hoe Haat it met jou? I am happy to be in the Netherlands. We play a crazy old granary on the docks, by what used to be the main harbour in Rotterdam. All the dutch crew are lovely, and laugh kindly at my pathetic attempts to converse in Dutch. I share the merch stand with Karine from The Liars. We plan to hook up in Paris a few weeks down the line...
The view from our submarine, Rotterdam
(c) Dave Burton.
Day Eleven: Stollwerk, Koln
The excitement of tomorrow's day off is almost too much to bear! The Venue is an arts/community centre. Clean, large & efficient. Squid gets all hero-tech on us and soon we are rocking the wireless in a light-filled production office. I pretend to be the Production Assistant, making changes to the day sheets & taking Peaches to the hotel Cristall (make mine). She is in a corker of a mood as her man Conny's in town from Berlin. Aw. I know the show and the merch sales are both going to be killers as people are rude & demanding from the start! Some crazy girl pulls at Peaches shoes, and then her friend shows her up by biting her toes, hard. Peaches stops the show, for the first time ever (in seven years) and has her thrown out. Later on the bus she complains of it still hurting enormously. Strange people here. But they bought a LOT of t-shirts so I'm over the moon. Sam & I are roomies for the next two days. She tells me her love story. It's great.
Day Twelve: Day Off in Koln!!
Laundry, Lunch, a wander (wonder) around the Dom (Cathedral) and a multitude of H&M's. Sam & I buy matching striped PJ's. Definately not bus-wear. I buy a black & gold strappy seventies dress, and dream of the south of France...Dylan, Sam & I wander around downtown, and then Dylan and I join B & his lady friend for a few beverages in the hotel bar, before heading down the street for some turkish food. I had 4 showers in less than 36 hours. Feels good to be clean.
Day Thirteen: Manufaktur, Schorndorf
I've been to this club before, just over a year ago with The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion. Driving in from the motorway, we were diverted through villages, the hills rising up behind them lined with grapevines. mmmm....gewurtztraminer....Schorndorf is on the outskirts of Stuttgart, but the way we approached it makes it feel like we're in a village in the middle of nowhere. I had that impression last time as well. Manufaktur (The Factory) is an arts complex, set up in the seventies. I guess a lot of city folk moved out here to get their hippy groove on back then. Andrea meets & greets us and feeds us 10 different types of cheese. so much for the diet! Hell, it went out the window on day one...the show is tight, the load out is fast and the t-shirts sales are slow. But we are on our way to Frankfurt in the wee hours, so I'm off to the bus for a nightcap. Make mine a Jamiesons.
Oh - a prayer for DB whose come down all ill. Guess I'll be rocking PA stylee...
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